Thanks to this fancy Police Call Box we like to call a Tardis, we’ve arrived safely back in London from the outer reaches of Insane, The Corner of Madness, Sweet Disbelief, and the lobby of the Barclay’s branch where I threw my first proper London-style fit. The little flat that we retreat to is definitely not home, because it’s not mine nor does a cat named Midnight live there, but has become a safe little nest where I feel comfortable in my mismatched pajamas.

Now that we have gotten a bit comfortable in our little City flat, it’s time to consider where we might live next in London, though I can hardly believe it. We thought we signed a 15 month lease, but recently realised our lease is up 23 October. The good news is that our landlord has agreed to a three month extension while we figure out what in the world we should do next. I think this means I should be doing some intensive review of potential new neighborhoods and the properties available.

[Insert text here regarding how home is wherever Drew and I are together.] I’ll try something sappy later next week.

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